I suppose that’s a good thing. It won’t die because I refuse to let it. I have been working for about five years now on the graphic novel retelling of a book for my friend and author George Herman. Not that he actually requested that I do it, actually I asked him if he would let me do it and he patiently agreed. This slow-going progress probably isn’t too unusual given the vast amount of labor required by graphic novels however, because my learning curve and abilities continues to improve as a carry on there are officially several versions of what is merely chapter 1. Eventually I suppose that I will finally accept chapter one for all its limitations and move the heck on. I continuously myself that ‘okay, this is the last time, then it’s on to chapter 2′! Only now that I am no longer timid about showing the progress to colleagues and peers I am receiving feedback that is genuinely useful and would best be applied to what I have done. Essentially back to ze drawing board. George is always congenial and willing to look at another manuscript and offer words of encouragement, but I’m pretty sure he might wonder if I will ever finish the darn thing. And I may, hopefully before I am ninety. I’m not frustrated. If I were I would have moved on. One of my instructors suggested that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Somehow I will continue to pick up a pencil and take another crack at it. Then come back a month later, scribble notes all over it, scrap it, and start again. The Graphic Novel that Doesn’t Die is the touchstone of my artistic growth and obsessive hubris. So one day I will have this finished product that will represent the opus of my work, or I shall be found decades later a dry and powdery husk crumpled over a desk. Not exactly romantic, perhaps a little more morbidly humorous. That seems more my style. Anyway, should be fun.
Here’s a work in progress from the graphic novel.

I Santi Ostinati